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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

It was Tuesday, and the Devil was done sleeping off the weekend. It had been an inspiring one, especially near the end, as one could tell by the music flowing from his piano right now.

Well, maybe it had been that, and 'googling how to make anaemic pop palatable'.

Either way, you could kind of tell what he was playing if you squinted.

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"No, you're just going to strip down, rub yourself in bacon, pop an apple in your mouth and throw yourself at the whole serial killing crazy super power town, repeatedly," Lucifer said, eyeing him.

"At least I can tell when something's trying to hurt me. Nathan won't even know he's been shot unless you tell him."

"Which should not really be an argument in favour of running at the crazy super power town," Lucifer reminded him. "Still a bit hung up there, are you?"

"Wouldn't have said so a year ago," Duke said. "But -- turns out it's still home."

"Not talking about the town," Lucifer said dryly, "But that's even worse."

"Nathan and I are -- complicated." To say the least. "Anyway, you're one to talk about being hung up on people who try to kill you."

"And do you see me fighting tooth and nail to get back to Los Angeles?" Lucifer asked, giving Duke the no-seriously-here look. "Of course not. Because I'm not a bloody glutton for punishment."

"And how much of that is because your world is in 'time-quarantine'?"

"I could actually go back if I wanted to," Lucifer said casually. "I just wouldn't be able to make it back here."

His opting to stay here was caused by a whole host of personal emotional issues in its own right, but shh.

"And if you wouldn't get stuck, would you go back?"

He actually had absolutely no idea.

"That's hardly the world we live in, is it?" Lucifer said. "Unlike your world, where you could easily walk away from the whole serial killing mess to live out the rest of your life as a happy pirate with his probably-will-never-call-herself-a-bride and choose not to."

"And meanwhile, the person I've known and cared about longer than anyone else in the multiverse will get himself killed because he doesn't have that option."

"Is anyone making him stay in Haven?" Lucifer asked.

"Just his own, idiot self. Pretty sure he's still trying to prove something to his dad."

It always came down to dads, didn't it.

"Then he's made his choice, as he's allowed to," Lucifer said, "And you can make a choice not to let him drag you down with him with a guilt-free conscience."

". . . You don't really get how human guilt works, do you," Duke observed. "It's not like we choose what to feel guilty about."

Dr. Linda -- and Claire -- might have something to say about that. But Duke had only had two sessions so far, so.

You really didn't want to get into the whole thorny mess of Lucifer and guilt and fathers and whatnot, Duke. That was going to get... explosive... some day.

"Yes, but you choose what you act on," Lucifer said, "And right now, apparently guilt trumps everything."

"It's not --" Duke started, then cut himself off, because Lucifer didn't deserve his lies. "It's not just about guilt. I mean, I am the reason Nathan can't feel anything anymore."

Lucifer squinted at him. "Is this another superpower of yours you haven't told me about?"

"I really hope not. I was -- we had a fight. His trouble triggered in the middle of it." And so had Duke's. So at least they'd both been screwed?

"... This is your fault how?" Lucifer said slowly.

"I broke a bottle over his head. If that didn't trigger it, I don't know what did."

The feeling of betrayal when Nathan decided Duke had used their friendship as a "get out of trouble free" card.

"Well, this is the first time I've heard of magical ability by blow to the head," Lucifer said. "So there's that."

He was still having trouble parsing why this would somehow require Duke to run off back to Haven all the time.

Because someone needed to make sure Nathan didn't get dead.

"I feel like if anywhere's going to break that pattern, it'd be Haven."

Yes, but that was Nathan's responsibility, that was the bloody point!

"Someone should probably just torch the place and get it all over with," Lucifer sighed, bringing his glass up to his mouth.

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